Appearance: Wears luxurious goods in order to attempt to be equal with the nobles. 5’ 7’’, round and chubby.
Location(must be in Paris): Versailles
Habitual locations(where are you found most of the time?):
Mostly near the districts trading center or at my personal shop, which is located where most wealthy people reside at.
Daily Routine(typical day for you):
I wake up and have a meal with my family(wife, and two sons). Then I check my inventory in the morning and see whether or not new goods have arrived. In the afternoon I take my most valuable goods and visit people in the 1st and 2nd estate. On a lucky day, I would make a fortune off of them. Most of my day, I spend talking with people on the street about new issues or just simply gossip about current affairs.
Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: He cares about his family and is passionate for his job but he tends to act and dress like the nobles but at the same time do not like them. He is willing to spend his money on going against the nobles and people who are trying to tax the poor by 50%.
Past/individual-family history: My grandfather had started the job of merchant and starting then we began to compile our wealth. Then he inherited his job to my father and after his death, then I took over the job.
Family(spouse?siblings?): 1 spouse and 1daughter
Social relations with your own and other classes(people you deal with or know about in the class, AND your opinions and feelings about them): He tends to look down upon some of the people in his class because he is part of the richest among the 3rd estate and he seems to try more like the nobles, but he rather wants to be with the 3rd estate class people because he strongly disagrees with way the 1st and 2nd people are taxing the 3rd estate.
Religion: Catholic
Education: Although he did not receive proper education, he learned by himself how to read and write and is now literate.
Languages you speak: English, French
Portrait:
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Diary Entry 1 July 13, 1789
Right now Paris is like a unstable bomb, waiting to explode. The past couple of days have been probably the worst days in my life, due to all the tension and anger building up in the streets of Paris. Since the assembly of the estates general a couple weeks ago, which led to the formation of the national assembly- I, of course was present at the tennis court with other representatives of the 3rd estate to declare the oath-, Louis, our most beloved wise king, has been furious towards us. Obviously, I had expected Louis to apply some sort of counter-measures to the order under control , but I never imagined that he would invade the streets of Paris with his army. Just today, I was walking around the streets of Paris and I saw the group of troops watching every moves of people. People looked anxious and nervous as the numbers of soldiers suddenly appeared on the street. I also faced Emmet Pierre when I was roaming around the street, a farmer who I think I saw in the tennis court the other day. He was a 3rd estate but very different from me. He was poor, and he was one of the people who had the worst impact due to Louis' unacceptable actions. Emmet, Fran, his wife, and his two sons were suffering from hunger. He complained about how we were different even though we were in the same estate. But he knew that being a merchant was much more profitable than being a farmer.
Diary entry 2:
Earlier today around 9, I had visited the home of Duc Lavigne a noble to sell 3 jewels to the mistress. When I visited their home, I met a girl named Marguerite Marcoux, a domestic servant who was about my daughter, Elizabeth's age. When I was selling those jewels to the mistress, I told her she looked beautiful, and those jewels would look great on her although I hate those kind of spoiled people who like to spend money on unnecessary stuff. Then she decided to get those jewels and we started to gossip about execution that happened this morning. I told her Louis XVI’s execution was taking place today at 10:20 ish and instead of attending by herself, she sent her servant, Marguerite to go watch it and report back to her. About 9:30, we left to go watch the execution. It seemed like the whole city of Paris was there too watch it, most of the people full of excitement to see the king getting executed. I was one of those people who were full of enjoyment. I was happy that he was getting executed. France was falling apart since he became our king. But I felt a bit uncomfortable watching the execution with Marguerite. It was like I brought my daughter to an ‘execution’ with me. As the blade came down, I winced and she did, too then blood splashed all over the place and to the people. As much as I was happy to see him gone, at the same time it felt weird. it was my first time attending to an execution. It wasn't so exciting to watch somebody getting killed as much as I thought would be. Anyways...I'm hoping to see some changes in Paris now that he's gone.
Diary Entry 3:
Today was just another usual day. I woke up in the morning and ate breakfast with Elizabeth. Then I looked at the time because someone was supposed to come and buy something from one of the new goods I just got. Time was so hard to tell since they changed the whole setting of clock and calendars because they said it was too ‘irrational’ and ‘religiony’. Now a day was 10 hours and an hour was 100 minutes. Then I went off to get things I’m selling today. Later today, A girl, named Elizabeth Petit. He had a same name with my daughter. She said she was a baby sitter for Duc LaVigne. But this girl was in a better state then the girl I met during Louis’ execution. Elizabeth lived with her family, she just spent most of the times in Duc LaVigne’s taking care of their children. She lived in Versailles, near where I lived. The time she came by and got her necessities, it was already getting dark. She quickly asked what time it was. It seemed that she also wasn’t used to the new time. I looked at my clock and tried to calculate the time in my head but it didn’t work out so well. And she left with things she bought, and I went back home after that. Elizabeth was already sleeping. This time and calendar changing has confused me in so many ways. I have to soon get used to it so I don’t be late to my plans with people in ‘2nd estate’ because they will probably going to comment on how late I was and I won’t be able to sell anything. Nothing seems to be getting better in France.
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Occupation: Merchant
Social Class: Third Estate
Financial Situation: Bourgeois
Appearance: Wears luxurious goods in order to attempt to be equal with the nobles. 5’ 7’’, round and chubby.
Location(must be in Paris): Versailles
Habitual locations(where are you found most of the time?):
Mostly near the districts trading center or at my personal shop, which is located where most wealthy people reside at.
Daily Routine(typical day for you):
I wake up and have a meal with my family(wife, and two sons). Then I check my inventory in the morning and see whether or not new goods have arrived. In the afternoon I take my most valuable goods and visit people in the 1st and 2nd estate. On a lucky day, I would make a fortune off of them. Most of my day, I spend talking with people on the street about new issues or just simply gossip about current affairs.
Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: He cares about his family and is passionate for his job but he tends to act and dress like the nobles but at the same time do not like them. He is willing to spend his money on going against the nobles and people who are trying to tax the poor by 50%.
Past/individual-family history: My grandfather had started the job of merchant and starting then we began to compile our wealth. Then he inherited his job to my father and after his death, then I took over the job.
Family(spouse?siblings?): 1 spouse and 1daughter
Social relations with your own and other classes(people you deal with or know about in the class, AND your opinions and feelings about them): He tends to look down upon some of the people in his class because he is part of the richest among the 3rd estate and he seems to try more like the nobles, but he rather wants to be with the 3rd estate class people because he strongly disagrees with way the 1st and 2nd people are taxing the 3rd estate.
Religion: Catholic
Education: Although he did not receive proper education, he learned by himself how to read and write and is now literate.
Languages you speak: English, French
Portrait:
Diary Entry 1
July 13, 1789
Right now Paris is like a unstable bomb, waiting to explode. The past couple of days have been probably the worst days in my life, due to all the tension and anger building up in the streets of Paris. Since the assembly of the estates general a couple weeks ago, which led to the formation of the national assembly- I, of course was present at the tennis court with other representatives of the 3rd estate to declare the oath-, Louis, our most beloved wise king, has been furious towards us. Obviously, I had expected Louis to apply some sort of counter-measures to the order under control , but I never imagined that he would invade the streets of Paris with his army. Just today, I was walking around the streets of Paris and I saw the group of troops watching every moves of people. People looked anxious and nervous as the numbers of soldiers suddenly appeared on the street. I also faced Emmet Pierre when I was roaming around the street, a farmer who I think I saw in the tennis court the other day. He was a 3rd estate but very different from me. He was poor, and he was one of the people who had the worst impact due to Louis' unacceptable actions. Emmet, Fran, his wife, and his two sons were suffering from hunger. He complained about how we were different even though we were in the same estate. But he knew that being a merchant was much more profitable than being a farmer.
Diary entry 2:
Earlier today around 9, I had visited the home of Duc Lavigne a noble to sell 3 jewels to the mistress. When I visited their home, I met a girl named Marguerite Marcoux, a domestic servant who was about my daughter, Elizabeth's age. When I was selling those jewels to the mistress, I told her she looked beautiful, and those jewels would look great on her although I hate those kind of spoiled people who like to spend money on unnecessary stuff. Then she decided to get those jewels and we started to gossip about execution that happened this morning. I told her Louis XVI’s execution was taking place today at 10:20 ish and instead of attending by herself, she sent her servant, Marguerite to go watch it and report back to her. About 9:30, we left to go watch the execution. It seemed like the whole city of Paris was there too watch it, most of the people full of excitement to see the king getting executed. I was one of those people who were full of enjoyment. I was happy that he was getting executed. France was falling apart since he became our king. But I felt a bit uncomfortable watching the execution with Marguerite. It was like I brought my daughter to an ‘execution’ with me. As the blade came down, I winced and she did, too then blood splashed all over the place and to the people. As much as I was happy to see him gone, at the same time it felt weird. it was my first time attending to an execution. It wasn't so exciting to watch somebody getting killed as much as I thought would be. Anyways...I'm hoping to see some changes in Paris now that he's gone.
Diary Entry 3:
Today was just another usual day. I woke up in the morning and ate breakfast with Elizabeth. Then I looked at the time because someone was supposed to come and buy something from one of the new goods I just got. Time was so hard to tell since they changed the whole setting of clock and calendars because they said it was too ‘irrational’ and ‘religiony’. Now a day was 10 hours and an hour was 100 minutes. Then I went off to get things I’m selling today. Later today, A girl, named Elizabeth Petit. He had a same name with my daughter. She said she was a baby sitter for Duc LaVigne. But this girl was in a better state then the girl I met during Louis’ execution. Elizabeth lived with her family, she just spent most of the times in Duc LaVigne’s taking care of their children. She lived in Versailles, near where I lived. The time she came by and got her necessities, it was already getting dark. She quickly asked what time it was. It seemed that she also wasn’t used to the new time. I looked at my clock and tried to calculate the time in my head but it didn’t work out so well. And she left with things she bought, and I went back home after that. Elizabeth was already sleeping. This time and calendar changing has confused me in so many ways. I have to soon get used to it so I don’t be late to my plans with people in ‘2nd estate’ because they will probably going to comment on how late I was and I won’t be able to sell anything. Nothing seems to be getting better in France.